one-fifty-eight lewis avenue between lafayette and van buren, that was back during the days of hangin on my bed-stuy block with spence and mitch, followin my cousin murdoch all the brothers were real, goin for what they feel by the way, peace to my man sha and big neal now in ninety-three i’m still bein me you think my ‘fridgerator ain’t full of olde e? huh a lot of times i get fly with a suit and a tie yeah i went from rags to riches but i still rock the saggy britches and i don’t try to act brand new eatin escargots and usin words like “rendezvous” the ghetto life i’ve seen a lot overcome make a little money and then forget where they came from livin a plastic lifestyle, you’re more false than dentures don’t make me pull your file — stop shammin!

so why you wanna be what you’re not? and claim to have things that you know you ain’t got you’re just a fantasizer — spendin all your money on l*strous pink oil moisturizer just to make your hair curly and thin you say, “black is beautiful,” but then you go and bleach your skin money you’re worse than yacub cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two plus you got a bad case of jungle fever and nmmana-nah-nah i just can’t believe ya it’s quite obvious you don’t wanna be a black man so what’s next – you’re gonna join the klu klux klan? you sold out to your race and it’s a big disgrace you can’t look your own people in the face you wonder why it ain’t no black schools or hospitals you’re makin millions of dollars and it’s pitiful that you can donate to leukemia all the time but you can’t give the nation of islam a dime they mention muslims, you change the subject you can’t even shake farrakhan hand in public that whole busy att*tude is a sham umm bro, umm brother, umm. brougham, stop shammin!

i look in the mirror, at times i say, “d*mn black caesar; how’d you get to be the woman pleaser? ” cause i remember when girls didn’t notice me and now they wanna come and talk to me like jodeci it’s strange, how back in the days i couldn’t get with em now all of a sudden the honies they wanna give me rhythm well i’ma hit it, but still i show no pity so i hope you don’t think you gonna be in my next video and many brothers i never even ran with be actin like they been hangin with me since i was a kid i mean just to get a piece of the action man they start rememberin more times than michael jackson but i can’t fade to the tag-alongs that want me to drag em on frontin like a friend just so i can put em in but you cuttin yourself paper thin – stop shammin!